Maturing Musically, Alone, Kazaa Style.
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What’s it like when your taste in music changes completely and suddenly you have no idea what you’re listening to you just know that you like it. (If you ask me that was an run on to be proud of.)
My first rant on this board, be gentle.
Long read, skip ahead if you’re lazy or albino.
Where I went to middle school rap was in, so you had two choices. A.) Listen to rap, or B.) Get your ass beat by the wigger with the sweat gland disorder and Jordan jersey. Naturally I chose A, and was pretty successful under that persona. Then came high school and I made the choice to go away to a boarding school.
Now I don’t know about you but as a white 14 year old going to school in the boonies I couldn’t really relate to some guy screaming at me to shake my ass or some strange man with a misplaced band aid asking me to take a ride with him. (I think we’ve all seen enough of those health class videos to know not to get into his van for candy.)
Then I started working out at the gym, where bands like Disturbed and Dope would be playing. It fit me a lot better I think so I went exploring on the schools network (a treasure trove of piracy) Suddenly I’m listening to (Hed) PE, Spineshank, Taproot, Perfect Circle, and Chevelle. If only my old friends in oversized jerseys could see me now…
Getting a little of track I guess, here’s my bottom line: Its strange getting introduced to artists solely one the auditory level. I’ve never known all the little trivial facts about the bands I like, and you know what? Don’t care. The only downside is trying to find new bands to branch out to.
The Moral: who the frig cares? Its only music.
Comments? Questions? Concerns?
PS: After I had a breather I’ve grown to love rap. I listen to bands like Jedi Mind Tricks and artists like Aesop almost religiously.
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